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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.