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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.