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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.