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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Crime,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
UT,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.