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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Brick,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.