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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.