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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.