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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.