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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
the Germs,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.