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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.