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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.