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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.