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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Hashim,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.