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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.