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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.