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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Slave,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.