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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force 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?
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.