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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.