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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Monks,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.