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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.