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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
This Heat,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.