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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.