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 Israel and from Lille.
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 Beijing and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.