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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.