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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.