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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Mars,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.