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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Quando Quango 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.