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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Index,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.