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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.