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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.