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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.