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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
The Index,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.