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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.