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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.