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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.