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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.