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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.