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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Index,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.