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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.