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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
The Names,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Skarface,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.