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 Senegal and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Nas,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.