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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.