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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Mars,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.