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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.