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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Slave,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.