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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.