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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.