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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.