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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Index,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.