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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.