Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
AZ,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.