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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.