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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.