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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Smog,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.