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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Little Man to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.