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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.