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 Benin and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
10cc,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.