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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.