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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.