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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.