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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.