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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Index,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.