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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.