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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.