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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.