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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.