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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grunge 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.