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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.