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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.