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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Index,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.