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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Urselle,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.