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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.