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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.