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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.