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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.