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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Gong,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.