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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
the Slits,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.