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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 Hoover to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
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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.