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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.