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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Index,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.