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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.