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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.