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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.