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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marmalade 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.