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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Gong,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.