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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Swans,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.