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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.