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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.