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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.