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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.