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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Average White Band 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.