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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.