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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.