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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.