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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.