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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.