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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.