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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.