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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Zapp to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.