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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.