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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.