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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.