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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.