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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Magma to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.