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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.