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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.