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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
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 Slackers 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?
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.