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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.