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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.