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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.