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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.