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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.