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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Q65,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.