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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.