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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.