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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.