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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.