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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.