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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Can,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.