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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.