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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.