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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.