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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.