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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
cv313,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.