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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.