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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.