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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.