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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.