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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.