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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.