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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.