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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Brick,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.