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 Sierra Leone 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.