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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.