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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.