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 Somalia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.