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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.