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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.