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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.