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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Slits,
Faust,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.