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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.