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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Faust,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.