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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.