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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.