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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.