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 Belarus 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.