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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 DJ Style to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.