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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.