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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.