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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.