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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.