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 Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
New Order,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.