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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.