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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.