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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.