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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.