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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.