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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.