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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.