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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.