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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.