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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Magma,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.