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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.