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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Section 25,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.