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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
The Index,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.