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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
a-ha,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.