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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Brick,
Lalann,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.