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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.