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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.