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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.