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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.