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 Egypt and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.