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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.