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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.