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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.