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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.