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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
cv313,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.