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 Turkmenistan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.