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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Little Man 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.