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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.