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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.