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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.