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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.