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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Television,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.