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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.