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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Ludus,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.