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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Index,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.