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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.