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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.