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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.