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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
cv313,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.