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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Crime to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
cv313,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.