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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.