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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.