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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.