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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
John Holt,
X-101,
The Gories,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.