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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.