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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.