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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
X-101,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.