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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.