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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
DNA,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
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.