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 Romania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.