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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Cymande,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.