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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.