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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.