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 France and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.