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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.