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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Swans,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.