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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.