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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.