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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.