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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
The Names,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.