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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
The Index,
PIL,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.