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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Index,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.