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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.