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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.