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 Tuvalu 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.