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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Zapp,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.