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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.