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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.