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 Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.