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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.