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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.