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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Rekid,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.