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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Remains,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.