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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.