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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.