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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Flag 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.