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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 David Axelrod 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza 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?
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.