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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Scion,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.