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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Organ,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.