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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Index,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Can,
ABC,
Jawbox,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.