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 London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.