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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.