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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.