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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Little Man,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.