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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.