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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.