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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
10cc,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.