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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Scion,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.