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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.