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 United Kingdom 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.