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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.