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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.