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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.