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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.