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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.