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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.