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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.