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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Audionom,
Slave,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.