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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.