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 Peru 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.