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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.