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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
UT,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.