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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.