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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.