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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.