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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Magma,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.