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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.