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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.