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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.