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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Shoche to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.