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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.