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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Average White Band 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.