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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
John Holt,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.