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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.