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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.