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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.