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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Technova,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.