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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.