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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.