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 Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Fear,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Adolescents,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.