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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.