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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.