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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Sparks,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.