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 Philippines and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.