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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Can,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Motorama,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.