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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.