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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.