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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.