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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.