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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.