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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.