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 China and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.