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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
The Index,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.