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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.