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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.