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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.