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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.