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 Kazakhstan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Technova,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.