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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Jeff Mills 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.