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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
JFA,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.