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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt 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?
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.