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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.