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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.