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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.