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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
DNA,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Magma,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.