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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Excepter,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.