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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
the Association,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.