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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.