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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Television,
MC5,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.