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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Index,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.