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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.