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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.