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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.