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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.