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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.