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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.