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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Raincoats to the rock 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.