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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.