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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.