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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
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.