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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.