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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Nas,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.