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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 E-Dancer 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Associates,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.