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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Cybotron 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.