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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.