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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.