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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.