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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.