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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.