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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.