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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.