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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur 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?
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.