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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.