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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.