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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.