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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
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.