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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.