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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
UT,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.