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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
The Cure,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.