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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.