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 India and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.