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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Main Source,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.