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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Magma,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Urselle,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Slave,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.