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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.