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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.