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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.