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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.