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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.