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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
UT,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.