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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.