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 Tanzania and from London.
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 London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Ludus,
MC5,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Television,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.