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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Organ,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.