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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.