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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.