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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.