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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.