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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.