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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Mummies to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.