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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.