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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.