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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Names,
Smog,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.