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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The New Christs 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.