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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.