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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.