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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
June Days,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.