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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Faust,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.