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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.