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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Fear,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.