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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
MDC,
Hashim,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.