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 Denmark 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.