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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.