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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.