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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.