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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Smog,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.