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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.