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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Model 500,
MDC,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Franke,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.