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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.