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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Mars,
the Normal,
June of 44,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.