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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Houston.
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 harpsichord 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.