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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.