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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.