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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.