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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.