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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.