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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat 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 grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.