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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Scientists,
Skarface,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.