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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.