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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.