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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.