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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Todd Terry 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.