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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.