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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.