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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Brick,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.