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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.