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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.