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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Wire,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.