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 Afghanistan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 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 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 The Count Five to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.