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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.