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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.