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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.