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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.