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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.