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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Skriet,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Monks,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.