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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.