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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s 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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.