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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Japan,
The Evens,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.