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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.