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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.