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 Lebanon 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
UT,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.