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 France and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.