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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.