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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
The Motions,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.