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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.