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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.