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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.