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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.