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 France and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.