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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Television,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.