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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.