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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.