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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.