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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.