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 Philippines and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.