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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
New Order,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.