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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.