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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.