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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.