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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Gong,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.