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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.