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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Television,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.