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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.