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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.