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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.