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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sneak to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
AZ,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.