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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.