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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Monks,
New Order,
June of 44,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.