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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.