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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Magma,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.