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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.