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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.