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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.