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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.