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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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.