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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth 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 punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith 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?
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.