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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
PIL,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.