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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.