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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.