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 Macedonia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.