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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Sparks,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.