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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.