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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultravox to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.