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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.