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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Nas,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.