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 Kenya 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Sparks,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.