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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Infiniti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.