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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.