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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.