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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.