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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.