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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.