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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.