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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.