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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.