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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.