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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.