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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.