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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Vogues to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Franke,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.