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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.