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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.