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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.