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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.