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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.