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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.