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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.