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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Gong,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.