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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.