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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Fear,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
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.