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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.