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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.