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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.