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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.