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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.