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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.