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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.