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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.