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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.