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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.