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 Suriname 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.