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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Pylon,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.