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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.