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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.