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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.