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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.