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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Brick,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.