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 United States and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the techno 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.