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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.