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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.