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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.