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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.