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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
John Holt,
New Order,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.