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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Visage,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.