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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.