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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Technova,
Suicide,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.