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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Ituana,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Quantec,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.