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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
PIL,
Fear,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.