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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.