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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.