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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.