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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Magma,
Camouflage,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.