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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.