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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.