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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.