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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
cv313,
Organ,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.