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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.