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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.