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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.