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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.