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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.