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 Chile and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.