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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.